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hear the break
spider loc is a
sound like chunk off the goonies
ya is a movie
you a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
whats a g-unit not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga bang in LA
why the fuck you me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima yo ass on Fire
nigga want my spot so he with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i heard diss after diss, lil you suck
like yo baby mama, in the third row of my
ill whoop your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out song about Suge
in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
get cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
t.boz in belly ass
better ask around, i been the truth since passed nigga
and i aint wanna to do this shit
id rather be at home to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta nigga suck my
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out like 10
i wore this shirt to show m.o.p
im gutter fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
and now i put the kids to bed
i tell you a story about a spider in his web
williams, a well known crip
not cause he put in work, his brother a snitch
he belong in g-unit, ima you the truth
fifty, this brother tell more than you
so ima break it down an ounce of glue
i met this nigga at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga up game tryna copy my style
gave him a bars, all he did was smile
and DMX named me the fuckin child
now back to the future, you got a now
around my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit
and let ya soul burn in on the anniversery to 'ether'
you crip, used to be a piru
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black bitch you cant fuck wit my crew
my blind baby, ima make you do what it do
lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the
put the shovel in the truck, throw you in too
bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody
the music up.. baby thats comin from the speakers
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you dont me
you aint the same 50 Cent's in town
I know you love me
you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get
I you don't love me
you scream and holla Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them crips
tryna run game on me you bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know that i aint a
keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of
who can flip i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a fitted, still throw up piru?
rock a dodger in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any like paul wall fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do
watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in
i spit like a
you spit crap like a rookie shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im grand
gave em grand nubian
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he me out the group nigga i left
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
dirty ass nigga, give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya on the internet
i been for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 hell tat it on his hand... damn
worse than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover look like makin of the
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the like NJ do
some say its bullshit till i pull
till i a full clip
get on the horn, me in the bullpit
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u spit your verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the and thought he could use him
i know he dont be listein to that ass music
you got the on your back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute they play madden
what the hell made you think you could wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and uncle Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
give you 5 shots when the 38 blow
leave a whole in chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the lakers on the road, it out at the staples
open your chest, show the what you made of
my dick hard i wait till the day come
i can put the infared on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new west coast niggaz
the city is mine, left it to me in his will